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Wednesday, February 28, 2018

After I'd published Dead by Midnight, King Adriel, Noah, and Eilam whispered a scene into my mind -- and I knew that I couldn't move forward with Midnight Book 4 until I'd revisited the triad from Book 3 and finished their story.Theirs by MidnightMidnight Mississippi, Book 3.5Now king’s consorts, Eilam and Noah struggle to adjust to life in the castle. Things aren’t helped with
King Adriel’s desire to hold a ball in their honor—in a little over a week’s
time. A thousand guests is a logistical nightmare in and of itself, especially
since the guests of honor are in charge of Midnight’s security. Both men try to
discourage Adriel from holding the event, but the king is accustomed to having
his every whim granted and won’t be dissuaded.
Adriel wants to show the whole of Midnight he’s fully accepted his mates. After the months of pushing
them away, he feels the need to shout his affection from the mountaintops.
Perhaps it’s a bit of guilt driving him to make the grand gesture, but that’s
not necessarily a bad thing, is it? Eilam and Noah just need to warm to the
idea.
To get his way, Adriel promises Eilam and Noah twenty-four hours alone with him in his private realm
immediately after the ball—where he won’t be allowed to use his magic during
the hours between arriving and departing. He’s not quite sure what Eilam and
Noah have planned, but whatever it may be, it’s already making him tremble with
delight.

Sunday, February 25, 2018

Welcome Marie Medina back to my blog. She's here to promote her new release, Defying His Fate (The Veiled Court, 2)

When Nathaniel is told the identity of his cariad—the person he is supposedly fated to love—he finds himself reliving a pain he’s spent a year fighting. He’d been trying to forget his love for Reese, only to be told by the seers that he’s meant to be with Reese’s sister. Nathaniel had never planned on letting his people’s beliefs dictate who he would love, but his heart makes the situation so unbearable he has no choice but to walk away.

Seeing Nathaniel again awakens a restlessness in Reese that he doesn’t understand. He thought he’d been glad to be rid of the prince, but Reese finds he’s never lost his hunger for the man. When Nathaniel says he wants Reese’s love or nothing at all, Reese has to decide what he actually wants from the prince.

Nathaniel accepted the drink Alexander offered him. They’d spent an entire day preparing for their father’s trial. Alexander’s twin, Henri, and their younger brother Rory had just left. Nathaniel downed the whiskey in one gulp and leaned his head back on the couch, his gaze wandering over the stones of the ceiling. The trial would be more like a formality, since Grayden’s guilt couldn’t be denied, but Nathaniel had welcomed the distraction.

“Have you seen him since the day he came here?” Alexander asked.

Nathaniel rose to pour himself a second drink. “What?”

Alexander waited until he turned around to say, “Reese. He stormed out of here about a week ago. Ran right into me. He scowled until he saw who I was. Then he apologized and hurried away. Louis told me who he was.”

Nathaniel flopped back down onto the couch. “I’m amazed you waited this long to ask me about him.”

“What he does isn’t really my business. But you are.” Alexander sat forward, holding his drink in both hands. “You look terrible.”

“Of course I do. I made a fool of myself yet again.”

“But things are over between the two of you?”

“That remains to be seen.” Nathaniel looked up at his brother, wanting to tell him yet too ashamed of his own weakness. “I won’t pursue him. I’m done hoping.”

Alexander took a large gulp of his drink. “One of the worst things about being king is that you can’t tell people what you really think of them.”

Nathaniel rubbed his eyes before looking over at his brother. “You can tell me anything. I can take it.”

“Not you. Him. He’s obviously hurt you again.”

“He can only hurt me if I give him that power.”

Alexander actually rolled his eyes. “You believe that?”

“I want to. I’m tired of feeling this way.”

“What happened?”
He treated me like garbage yet I went down on my knees for him anyway. I let him use me and flay my heart open. And yet I want him to come back. “He said he came to settle things. His words. And yet I think the situation is worse than ever. Even less closure than before, if you can believe that. We settled nothing.”

“Perhaps you could go away for a while. Travel. Like you did before all this trouble started.”

“I won’t run away this time. That’s what I was doing before when I stayed in the human world for months at a time.”

“Then what do you mean to do? Simply wait around for him?”

That’s what he asked of me. What choice do I have? “I told him I’d leave him alone.”

“He obviously doesn’t love you, and you deserve better.”

“I know,” Nathaniel said softly. He finished his drink and set the glass down. “I’m going to bed.”

Alexander studied him. “Good night then.” He shifted to lean on the arm of his chair. “But you’ll let me know if you need anything?”

Nathaniel nodded. “Of course. Good night.”

Little could be heard in the halls at this hour. Almost everyone had retired for the evening, just a few maids and pages on duty, checking up on things and preparing for the next day. Nathaniel undressed as soon as he reached his room, but he stopped on the way to his bed. The balcony door was slightly open, and he drew his trousers back on to step outside. He saw no one, but then he walked over to check the trellis. The greenery seemed to have been disturbed, and he bolted back into the room to look around. Silence greeted him, but he still checked everywhere. Nothing. After securing the door, he moved to get into bed and found a note on his pillow.

I came aching to sink my cock into you, but you weren’t here. I suppose I’ll have to find someone else tonight.

Nathaniel wadded the note up, cursing himself because he half wished he had been there. He tossed the paper into the fireplace and waved his fingers, causing the note to go up in flames. “You’re right, brother,” he said softly, thinking of Alexander. “I deserve better. And I’m going to demand it.”

Thursday, February 22, 2018

After releasing DEAD BY MIDNIGHT (Midnight, Book 3) -- King Adriel, Noah, and Eilam let me know I wasn't done telling their tale.There was more to their story...So, before I moved on to book 4, I thought it best to finish their tale. Get it right.Ensure the three characters were pleased with their happy ever after.Coming soon -- THEIRS BY MIDNIGHT (Midnight, Mississippi, 3.5)

Sunday, February 18, 2018

The battle the pack have all been waiting for since the first day Micah and Jesse met is now upon them. Their enemy, led by the god Hades, advances closer as even the world around them falls to total annihilation.

Jesse and Micah try to grasp the severity of the situation while still keeping everyone safe, but soon learn that that is not possible. The prophecy stated that they all must stand as one to face the final battle, but some of their allies find it hard to believe that they cannot join Micah, Jesse, and their family, and struggle with having to stand by and watch as those they love face their possible end.

Pulling on their love for one another in hopes that it will see them through, Micah and Jesse seek the gods audience once more, but it is not to ask for assistance as the gods believe. Jesse has come to them to make a request for something unexpected, should they stand victorious against Hades.
With Aurora’s faith in them unwavering, Micah and Jesse step out onto the field of battle, along with those they love, and hold onto their faith that Fate knew what she was doing when she chose them for this task.

But as the battle ensues, many surprises are revealed, but a world of heartbreak shatters their resolve. In the end, will they stand victorious as they fight side-by-side with all their mates, or will Hades win and bring the world to its knees in darkness for eternity?

When all is said and done, the battle is over, and the smoke clears, only one remains standing, in a field of blood, but is it one on the side of good, or evil? Who will stand victorious?

Excerpt With the uncertainty of what was to come, he was almost desperate to feel this connection to his mate. More than he had realized. Jesse writhed against Micah as he ran his hands down Micah’s powerful back, loving the feel of all his rippling muscles. Lowering his hands, he cupped Micah’s muscled ass and pulled him closer, then thrust his hips, rubbing his cock against his mate’s thick thigh. “Shit. I gotta have you, baby. I need to feel you wrapped around me. I need to feel our bond,” Micah said, panting.“Yes, love. Take me, claim me again, and let me get lost in you. In our love.”Micah pulled the towel from around his waist as he pulled back from the kiss. He raised the towel and swiped it across Jesse’s face, taking all the shave cream away, then wiped his own face before dropping the towel to the floor.Micah took hold of his globes and lifted him off his feet, then placed Jesse on the counter. “Lean back, baby.”Jesse leaned his back against the wall and brought his feet up and spread his legs, resting his heels on the edge of the counter, as Micah quickly stripped. Once his mate stood before him naked, Jesse let his eyes feast on all of Micah’s golden skin and hard muscles. Gods he loved his mate’s body. It was pure perfection.“Keep looking at me with that hunger in your eyes, baby, and this is going to be quick.”Jesse shifted his gaze to meet Micah’s and gave him a sexy smile. He reached out a hand and ran one finger down Micah’s chest from collarbone to his navel as he said in a husky voice, “I can live with that. We don’t have much time right now anyway, but later when we get home, I want to spend a few hours licking every inch of this glorious body of yours.”“Damn, baby. Maybe we can bow out and have a private party here,” Micah said as he moved to stand between Jesse’s thighs.“I wish we could, but as you said, we all need this tonight.”“True, but I need you more,” Micah replied.“And you have me. So take what is yours, love.”Micah leaned in and claimed his lips again. At the same time, Jesse could feel Micah moving around and heard a drawer open. He knew what his mate was doing. A moment later, a slick finger pressed against his hole and Jesse moaned. Micah quickly prepared him, sliding one finger after another inside him until Micah had four fingers thrusting in and out of him easily.“Now, love. I’m ready. Need you where you belong. Inside me,” Jesse said breathlessly, gaining a growl from his mate.Micah pulled his fingers free and a second later, Jesse felt the blunt tip of Micah’s huge, thick cock, that he loved so much, pressing against him. Jesse slid his hips down further, allowing his ass to hang off the edge of the counter, and Micah slid inside, filling him with one thrust.“Fuck, yes!” Jesse cried out and gripped Micah’s shoulders.Micah wrapped his arms around Jesse, pulling him up, and held him tight against his chest as he thrust up into him. Micah buried his face in Jesse’s throat, nibbling, kissing, and sucking. Micah’s hands moved down his back to his ass and lifted Jesse off the counter. He immediately wrapped his legs around Micah as he held on.“Fuck, baby. So damn good. Every time with you, every day with you, is heaven on earth. I love you, my heart,” Micah said.“I love you too, love.”Micah continued to power into him, and Jesse bounced up and down on his mate’s long, hard cock, loving every inch, every thrust, as he moaned and panted. His head dropped back on his shoulders as he released a long moan. Micah licked his mating mark, and a powerful shiver of lust ran up his spine. He felt the sharp tips of Micah’s teeth on his sensitive skin, and a rush of need raced through him. He loved when Micah claimed him. He needed it.A slight bite of pain hit his shoulder. Then his head swirled in euphoria as the pleasure overtook and wrapped around him, filling him. Jesse’s body bucked against Micah’s strong one. His orgasm shot out in a rush, exploding between them, and Jesse screamed his mate’s name. “Micah!”Micah snapped his hips faster, harder, then his body went taut, and he gripped Jesse tighter. Jesse felt Micah’s release as he was filled with Micah’s hot seed. Micah said his name low against his skin, and it came out guttural on a moan, telling Jesse of the pleasure his mate felt in this moment, too. He smiled knowing that he could satisfy his man and give him a place of comfort and release.Micah licked across his mark, then lifted his head and kissed Jesse tenderly. Micah put their foreheads together as they both panted, breathing one another in. “I love you, Jesse,” Micah whispered.“I love you too, Micah.”

Carter had had a little
too much to drink, along with a bit too much dancing. He’d taken off his shirt
about an hour before. Sweat glistened off his bare chest as he moved and swayed
under the pulsing lights of the dance floor.

The smile on his face was
the best part of all.

If
only I could be that carefree.

Tony watched them moving
from his spot in the shadowed booth. The pair moved in time to the music,
writhing against one another much the same way he and Carter would later
tonight, when they were back at their rented flat, alone together.

Seeing Carter like this
was… stimulating.

It shouldn’t have been.
The whole reason he’d paid for Carter’s remaining education was to ensure the
man stopped his career as an escort. The thought of another man touching what
was his…

But this was different.

Even though he wasn’t
involved in the touching—and someone else was caressing his man—being a spy to
it was a turn-on he struggled to comprehend.

After a moment, Carter’s
stare moved in his direction. Did his lover know the thoughts going through his
mind? Tony held that stare, even though he wasn’t sure his lover could see him
in the dark. He hoped Carter could sense the lust he felt across the gap
separating them. Suddenly, he felt quite sure the man could. Carter’s hips
began to sway in a much more seductive manner. He licked his lips, the desire
on his handsome face intoxicating.

Tony’s cock twitched. He
moved slightly, adjusting himself as he grew thicker.

The song ended. Carter’s
dance partner urged him to keep dancing, but Carter’s stare kept moving toward
Tony. He stalked back to the booth, his body language setting Tony’s libido on
edge.

His lover was horny, and
it came off in thick waves.

Carter climbed onto his
lap, straddling him.

There was no doubt they
were both hard as stone. Carter pressed his lips to Tony’s, tasting of the
sweet mixed drink he’d imbibed not long before. Tony moved his hand to the back
of Carter’s neck and deepened the kiss, marking his claim.

When they were both
breathless, they parted, gasping for air.

“Dance with me,” Carter
mumbled into his ear.

Tony turned to look at
his lover. The music was too loud, or maybe he was too old. He was barely
forty, but felt like the old man out compared to the crowd in the club. He knew
he was living vicariously through Carter. Tony had never lived a life where he
could be so carefree and without looking over his shoulder.

There was a lightness to
Carter. It matched Tony’s darkness.

He had an unexplainable
need to be near the man.

It had nothing to do with
his looks, although Carter was exceptionally handsome. Given where he’d grown
up, Carter should’ve been harder, rougher around the edges. Something had
allowed him to escape that place without a dark mark on his soul.

Like Tony’s suffered.

But then, Tony had been
raised by a low-level mobster and mentored by a mafia boss. Everyone around him
had evil in him.

Except Carter.

A wave of disco lights
washed over his lover, illuminating the man in bright pinks and blues. They
shifted to gold and then to silver. In any light, Carter was stunning. He only
grew sexier as the days passed… as Tony felt the connection they had
strengthening.

“I don’t dance,” Tony
murmured against Carter’s ear.

“You dance every single
night with me,” Carter answered back. He sat up straighter, his eyebrow
continuing to rise even after he stopped moving.

Visions of what Tony had
planned for later twirled through his mind. We’ll
be dancing, all right. He grinned slyly.

“Come on,” Carter pleaded
against his ear. “I don’t want to dance with other men. I want to dance with you.”